’ She shuddered, throwing her hands over her face. It is not the woman who speaks there. He had barely settled at his desk in his library, when he was disturbed by two morning callers. The love-songs of all the ages were singing in her blood, the scent of night stock from the garden filled the air, and the moths that beat upon the closed frames of the window next the lamp set her mind dreaming of kisses in the dusk. But to go courting a slave-girl, at the risk of physical hurt! A shudder of distaste wrinkled her shoulders. It was fastened inside. In mailing the tales he had not enclosed return postage or the equivalent in money.
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